She Professed Herself The Pupil Of The Wiseman (WN)

Three hundred and thirty-two.

A few steps down the path taught by the gatekeeper, he slipped through the back street. From what I've seen, it's about as wide as two critical lanes or not. It is a narrow path that will require a fairly cautious manual judgment when the carriage is in a different position.

But then, I'm sure it won't be possible to make a difference on this road by carriage. Because the line of people can be seen here and there.

If you look around, there were many shops lined up on the back street where you could even feel the warmth somewhere. It is a restaurant selling baked bread, a cafe with a calm atmosphere, a martial arts store with a suspicious art shop, and a truly colorful view.

"Behind the grocery store... it's supposed to be here, but what's wrong with this?"

Turning after a glance at such a back street, Mira tilted her neck when she saw the building that was there. The mansion on the back of the grocery store I was taught as a branch of the Fifty Bells Federation was because it didn't look like a branch at all.

"Do you have any other advanced herbs…?"

Mira read out the sign that was placed properly there, followed by a peek inside through the window. Then there were the grasshoppers and counters displayed.

Yes, it was in the shop where I was taught as a branch of the Fifty Bells League.

(Did I go the wrong way somewhere?)

I don't care what you think, it doesn't look like a branch of the Fifty Bells League. Mira felt that way, looking around across the street or at the buildings lined up nearby from one end.

As a result, not a single mansion like that can be confirmed, and Mira returns to her original location.

Have you gently relocated somewhere? When such thoughts passed behind her brain, Mira remembered the words of the gatekeeper. The word 'use'.

"No way..."

When a child goes shopping with the help of a parent, it is often described as' use '. Think about it there in the light of the current situation, and you'll see the right answer first.

Mira tried to change it and checked the store there.

Immediately in sight is the sign 'Recommended for the Day'. Some herbs and herb names line up there. The variety was quite abundant, some even rare herbs.

"Oh, I thought I'd picked some tocopecco leaves."

It is an herb that goes with meat dishes, taught by adventurers who are good at cooking when they meet in ancient underground cities. It was written there that many fresh and fine leaves could be harvested.

That taste was revolutionary. Looking further as I remembered that, the next thing I saw was a sign bigger than the one I recommended.

"Hmm..." Everforest Garden "or"

Not claiming too much, not even secluded, but a grand and flourishing sign on the entrance door. It's the big name written there, but it looks like a store name. However, Mira noted the letters that were smaller at the further end of the store name.

A sign that is not flashy and has a gentle green hue. At that end, it was called the Ratnatraya Branch of the Fifty Bells Federation.

"I didn't know this was really the branch..."

The branch of the Fifty Bells League assumed on its own that everything was the same as what we saw in St. Polly, Mira. But if the country changes, so does the form.

Even now, St. Polly is a country where Chimera Clozen, hostile to the Fifty Bells League, was concerned. Naturally, then, I wouldn't have wanted to accept branches or anything like that. But what the Fifty Bells League had up front was a charity called conservation of the forest. Something that makes the outside world worse if you push it back. That's why the St. Polly branch was in such a remote part of the industrial zone that the building was also a smaller home than the average household.

"Oh... it's not the difference between cloud mud"

Stepping into the branch, Mira looks around at the ground floor, which is completely a store, and laughs bitterly at the disparity.

Large, bright store. Beautifully arranged product shelves and superior items. It was a splendid store where guests often flourished.

Nirvana's treatment too different for the Fifty Bells League. For Mira, who only knows the branch of St. Polly, it was shocking. It makes sense not to notice at first sight.

"But again, what a good smell."

First, Mira was relieved to be found the branch of interest, where she once again looked at the store.

There was an unspeakably complex smell here. But there was nothing at all unpleasant about the cluttered mix, but rather even comfortable, as if they were in a forest flower garden.

In such a store are the cheeky clerks and calm visitors. Somehow I could see an elegant impression, and not a single one seemed to make a scene.

Also, while the majority are women, and there are some maids and housewives, even people with an atmosphere such as ladies and madams may have a wide audience.

(Don't keep it flourishing)

As Mira shifts her perspective from person to product, she tours the store and checks its assortment.

There were not only medicinal herbs and herbs, but also fruits lined with spices and the like.

Apparently, all the merchandise in this store is the grace of the forest or something that processed it. There were other products such as aromatic oil on sweets, herbal teas and mixed spices made with plenty of fruit.

(This is no longer a complete array)

Of particular note to Mira was the solids placed in the corner of the mixed spices. More than half of the guests here took it. It's a curry loo without a problem. It smells really spicy and appetizing.

Its name is "Grace Curry of the Woods". Also next to it was a recipe explaining how to use Curry Lou.

(This is... not a buy)

Camping food when it comes to adventurer cuisine. When it comes to camping dishes, curry is a large iron plate. From such a simple thought, Mira took one 'Forest Grace Curry'. But that doesn't end there. I went on to make that emotion all over again, carefully selecting the tocopecco leaves and several more herbs to go to the counter.

(The price is also conscientious)

I bought in that amount there, but in total, three thousand and five hundred riffs. Moreover, I asked Martel softly that they were all of high quality. So this is the price.

In addition, I was able to understand the reputation of this store to a certain extent from the voices of the customers I heard as I was buying around.

Excellent reputation. As a result, trust was being created in an organization called the Fifty Bells Federation. If you're after it, you can call it a great success.

"Well..."

I made a good purchase unexpectedly. So satisfied Mira stops on her feet just about to go home.

"No, you're not!

I didn't come here to do the shopping. Mira, smothered by her own flushing, found one possibility there.

(Must be because of this smell)

It's an aroma, a space with a mixture of smells like spices. I'm sure there's something sneaky in here that makes you forget your purpose and run for shopping.

Inflating such paranoia and oblivious to his own oblivion, Mira looked around with the momentum as it stood and walked over to the clerk who had caught his eye the most.

"Oh, the clerk there. I'd like to see the Branch Manager here. Where are you?

To contact Kagra. Mira, firmly reminded of the purpose, asked the clerk yes.

The purpose is to use the secret communication device of the Fifty Bells Federation. If so, it is fast to talk directly with the head of the branch here.

"Branch Manager......? Oh, you're the manager. Uh, I think I'm in the back now, what can I do for you?

The clerk, smiling and turning around, first, tilted his neck, then re-said the manager, etc. As it should look, this branch seems to have a strong fixture as a store.

Or there was a line that the clerk was not a member of the Fifty Bells Federation, but an ordinary person employed as a store staff. If so, it seems better not to touch the deep part about the Fifty Bells League.

"Oh, um, well, that, what. A little secret business. Anyway, why don't you call the Branch Chief?"

I've been asked to use the communication device located here in order to contact the main office. Mira, who couldn't say, and worried about how to tell her, went out into the forceful means of cleaning up in a secret word after all the results had gone wrong.

And Mira poisons in her heart that it and this are also the fault of the St. Polly branch where the branch manager came out if she knocked on the door. The last image of success pulls my leg later. It happens all the time.

"Uh... okay. Please wait a moment."

You must have looked like a suspicious guest for something that was not clear or confidential. But the clerk was surprised, but he agreed to it. I'm sure it was because there was nothing suspicious about Mira's appearance.

Wait in the store for a few minutes. An earlier clerk and another person, who I believe is the manager, arrived.

"I'm the branch manager here, but is it you that I have a secret business?

The impression I had at first sight of the man was that he was a killer.

The back length would be over two meters. Gatai is good, and the eyes are thin and sharp in addition to the skinhead. If I encountered him in an alley or something, he had the power to escape at first sight.

When it comes to the head of this shop, which deals with the grace of the forest, it is a far away style.

Is that why you were in the back? With that in mind, Mira answered without fear, "Um, not me."

"Really? So as far as secrets are concerned, should we change places?

The voice of the man who asked so looked like he was trying to be gentle, but his eyes remained sharp. Mira seems to have guessed somewhat from the fact that she has been visiting as a branch manager rather than a store manager.

"Then let me show you to the reception room. Follow me."

That's what I said. Branch manager walking out toward the back of the store. Along the way, tell the clerk, "Tea is fine," and go back to work and call out that it's okay. And Mira thanked the departing clerk before continuing after the branch manager.